You fall forward as the door gives way. You hope no one notices. Apparently no one has been here in a while. You glace around, hoping to look casual. An observer would actually note you look like a goose at this point. The floor is littered with hefty books, and in the dimly lit room you can make out a very dusty desk. On it is a place-card which reads:

The Cheif Analysist of Time-Related Words No One Understands
Dates Uncertain-Dates Uninteresting

you look up, and wait for the narrator to resume the tale while he goes to the bathroom...

still waiting...

WAITING EVEN MORE...

Ahem, okay. You are still looing up when your sight suddenly returns. You make out a discheveled man with wire rim glasses standing in the corner, mumbling to himself. You step closer to the man, and stub your toe on a thick book. Cursing under your breath, you pick the book up and read its title:

PERPLEXING PARADOXIAL PRONUNCIATIONS:

A Guide to Words You'll Probably Never Say In Your Life, or Even Would Need to

As your foot throbs with pain, you limp towards the man.

"Excuse me, what are you doing?" you ask the mumbling man.

"Oh don't mind me, just trying to pronounce Gödelian Unvierse - which I see the narrator has just 'happened' to pronounce," he said with a glare to the ceiling, as if someone was telling this tale on a website. "Normally I wouldn't mind this intrusion, but if you stay here for five more minutes, you may catch a permanent allergy to dust."

He shifts his body and pulls a hithero unseen lever. You fall through a spot on the floor that convienently manages not to be there when you need it. As the square patch of light above you grows smaller and smaller, you can hear a faint voice saying, "Sorry, but I can't be disturbed for another -"

He didn't get to finnish his sentence as you drop to the floor of the Grand Headquarters. It wouldn't have mattered anyway. Time is not relevant here at the society.